#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed... She tucks them all neatly into bed with a gentle kiss on their little foreheads.
As she walk over and turns out the light she promises herself everything will alright.
She looks back into the room and she hears all their little voices tell her they love her to the moon and back and goodnight.
This is how she knows that every thing will come together, this is me a small storm that she is meant to weather.
Through it all she will only get better.
© Rhonda Broker